Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi or any of its characters. Fushigi Yuugi belongs to Yuu Watase and respective companies.

Author's Notes: To those who commented: Thanks for comments... This is not my first fan fiction, I have written a few others but am reluctant to post them up here. The first chapter's paragraphs were long and boring, I know, but I'll try to do better with more dialogue and shorter paragraphs.

Chapter 2 – The Plans

Miaka was woken up by her doorbell continuously ringing. Hurting with every step, she stumbled to the door and opened it. She was speechless when she saw the handsome guy from the cafeteria standing on her doorstep.

"You forgot this," the handsome, mysterious man said in a familiar voice. She looked down to see him holding her backpack towards her. She reached her hand out and carefully took the backpack out of his outstretched hands. She thought for a moment, and her head was suddenly filled with questions to ask him.

"How did you know where I live?" She blurted without thinking.

He leaned over and touched a tag on the backpack. She had forgotten; she put a tag with her name and address written on it in case it ever got lost.

"Oh," she said, positive she came off as stupid. Finished with his task, the man turned to leave, but seemed to think better of it. He turned back around to face her.

"You were hit pretty hard. Are you really okay?" He asked gently.

With that innocent, caring, question, she immediately remembered where she heard his voice from. She pointed an accusing finger at his face. "Ah! You are that guy with the bullies!"

"Thats not a good way to talk to the guy who saved you!" The strange man retorted. "And I even brought your books back to you since you ran off without them!"

He was right. He did rescue her from two bad men, and then went out his way to deliver her bag to her. She desperately tried to think of a way to thank him. Then suddenly, an idea hit her like a lightening bolt. "How would you like to go to dinner with me this weekend? As a way to thank you, I mean."

Liking the idea of a free meal, the man accepted her offer. "Sure. How about Saturday night?"

"That sounds okay," Miaka replied. She was suddenly excited, but then realized that she didn't even know his name. "What is your name?"

"Tamahome."

"So, what time is best for you, Tamahome?" she asked, inquiring about the dinner they are planning.

"How about I meet you here at 6:00?"

"Sure!" Miaka had no idea why she was getting so excited. She wondered if her excitement was caused by handsome he was.

"Well, I'll see you on Saturday, Miaka," he said as he turned and left before she could say anything. She closed and locked her front door.

Exhausted, she collapsed onto her full-sized bed and slept.

The next morning, she woke up extra early, got ready for school, and sped out door. She excitedly ran to campus, eager to see if Tamahome was in the cafeteria working on his laptop. As she walked through the doors, she was ecstatic to see him sitting at one of the tables towards the back. He didn't seem to have his laptop with him, but instead, he was thumbing through a automotive magazine. To make it look like she wasn't only in the cafeteria to see him, she bought another bag of chips and walked up to him.

"Hey," she greeted. She pointed to the chair next to him. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

The violet-eyed man kindly smiled at her and responded. "Sure, go ahead."

Miaka sat her backpack down on the floor, pulled out the chair, and plopped down next to him. She couldn't deny it. Ever since the first time she laid eyes on him in this cafeteria, she felt attracted to him. He was handsome, kind, and willing to protect a girl. All of which were good qualities.

After the success of sitting with Tamahome, she didn't know what to talk about. So she said the first thing that came to her mind, "Where do you want to go for dinner on Saturday?"

Tamahome looked up at her from his magazine and glared at her. "You invited me to dinner and you don't know where you plan on taking me?"

Miaka was at a loss for words. "I only thought that I would ask you what type of food you would prefer, if you have any," she explained, hoping he wouldn't get angry at her. That was the last thing she wanted, so she thought it was best to apologize for whatever she did wrong. "I'm sorry."

Tamahome's face seemed to soften, which was what she had hoped for. He smiled and replied, "Anything is fine."

Miaka thought for a minute, and couldn't think of anywhere that would be suitable to eat. She loved food, but she had to remember that she had to entertain someone else. She came to the conclusion that she will decide on the place at a later time, and just enjoy the current moment with Tamahome.

She know she was attracted to Tamahome, but she was curious about how he felt about her. They had only met the day before, but she couldn't help being drawn to him. With his kind eyes, matching kind smile, and lovable personality, he was irresistible. She loved the gentle, calm aura that emanated from him.

"Is something the matter?" Tamahome asked. It was then that she realized she had been staring at him the entire time she was in her ponderings.

"Uh, no. Nothing at all." Miaka was embarrassed, being caught like that. Not knowing what else to say to him, she opened the chips she bought, took one out and chomped down on it. She held the bag out to him. "Want one?"

He nodded slowly and took one for the bag. He quietly ate it, then began to read his magazine again. Miaka didn't mind though. She was quite content with breathing the same air as him. She ate the rest of her chips, occasionally offering one to him, until it was time for first class to begin. Gathering up her things, she felt a little depressed that she had to leave him. "Well, I'll see you on Saturday night, Tamahome!"

Tamahome smiled and waved as she left the cafeteria, tripping on her own feet on her way out.